Todos los capítulos de Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The usual sharp scent of shower gels and soaps didn’t overwhelm me this time. It was strange, but in a good way. The absence of that sharp sting to my senses felt liberating as I peeled off my clothes and turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my skin.Steam curled around me, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. I stood there for a moment, letting the heat sink into my muscles, soothing the exhaustion clinging to my bones. It felt indulgent—taking my time, not rushing through, simply allowing myself to be.Reaching for the bottle of shower gel, I studied it for a second before flipping the cap open and inhaling the fragrance. Strong, floral, and fresh. Would Thunder hate this? Probably. But she hadn’t stirred, hadn’t complained. Maybe she needed the rest. Maybe I needed this too.A slow smile tugged at my lips as I squeezed the gel onto my loofah, working up a thick lather. The scent lingered as I ran the sponge across my skin, scrubbing away the fatigue, the tensio

The tension in the dining hall was suffocating. Silence stretched, thick with shock and unspoken words. Cynthia’s face was frozen in disbelief, her lips parting as if to argue, but no sound came out.The entire pack had turned their attention to Dalton, waiting for his reaction. But he didn’t even spare Cynthia a glance.His golden eyes locked onto mine.Dalton exhaled sharply, the sound slicing through the tension. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he pushed back his chair and stood. The scrape of wood against stone echoed in the vast hall.I braced myself, expecting his rejection. This was a public moment—there was no way he would choose me over Cynthia, over tradition.But then he spoke."I should have done this a long time ago."Cynthia sucked in a breath, her composure cracking. She reached for him in desperation, her fingers curling around his wrist. “Dalton, don’t—”He turned on her, his voice laced with finality. “Enough, Cynthia.”The authority in his tone sent a ripple

I spent the rest of the day in a state of anxious anticipation. After cleaning up the broken glass and attending to my bruises—which were already fading thanks to my werewolf healing—Dalton had reluctantly left to deal with Cynthia and inform the pack council about the incident. He'd been hesitant to leave me alone again, but I insisted. I needed time to process everything that had happened.The Northern Alliance. The treaty negotiations. The fact that our relationship might trigger political consequences I hadn't even considered when I'd surrendered to the bliss of our claiming.I paced the length of Dalton's quarters—our quarters—trying to organize my thoughts. The initial euphoria of being chosen, of finally belonging, had been tempered by the harsh reality of what our union might cost the pack. Cost Dalton.A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts."Come in," I called, half-expecting it to be Dalton returning.Instead, Eliza—the pack's healer and one of the few who ha

Chapter"To check my injuries," I explained. "And to warn me about Aleksander."Dalton's expression darkened. "What exactly did she say?""That sometimes love isn't enough. That it takes strategy, too." I moved to the window, looking out at the pack grounds bathed in the day's fading light. Members were already moving with purpose, responding to what must have been Matteo's alerts. "She's right, Dalton. If we face Aleksander head-on about this, we risk everything—the alliance, the pack's safety, your authority.""What are you suggesting?" His voice was cautious.I turned back to him, an idea forming—one I wasn't sure I had the courage to voice. "What if... what if Aleksander doesn't see me as your mate when he arrives?"Dalton's eyes narrowed. "Absolutely not. I won't hide you, Oliver. I won't pretend our bond doesn't exist.""Not forever," I clarified quickly. "Just until the alliance is secured. Until we can find a way to introduce the idea more... gradually.""Deception isn't my wa

As the room cleared, Dalton maintained his grip on me, silently indicating I should remain. Once we were alone, his carefully controlled expression cracked, revealing the turmoil beneath."You can't seriously be considering this," he said, his voice low and intense."It's our best option," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "If I face him directly, on my terms—""He could kill you," Dalton cut in harshly. "Do you understand that? This isn't just pack politics, Oliver. Aleksander considers omega males an abomination. In his territory, they don't survive presentation."I swallowed hard. "I know. But that's exactly why this might work. He's expecting me to be weak, to hide. If I show strength—""He might respect it," Dalton acknowledged reluctantly. "Or he might see it as a challenge to his worldview that must be eliminated."I stepped closer, placing my free hand against his chest, feeling the strong, rapid beat of his heart. "Then we make sure elimination isn't an o